a stunningly beautiful combination of orris butter and rose. smooth as silk; powdery, but not in any way scratchy or suffocating. this is definitely on the makeup side of orris' many facets; the finest milled pressed powder, or the most creamy-soft and buttery lipstick. the rose tames it into a slick of pink and beige skin shades, lightly effervesced by the merest sparkle of bergamot in the opening. incredibly minimal yet executed perfectly. by the point of late dry down, the orris is less buttery and takes on a more traditionally musky-powdery facet. with the vetiver, which introduces itself gradually and subtly, the rose becomes dried and brittle, almost reduced to a pale powder itself. there is also a touch of vanilla as well that begins to emerge. it does seem to augment and sweeten the rose a touch, but again, only so far as to support the main duet and not disturb it. it is, overall, akin to the description, of being like watching a photo de-saturate from overexposure to light and age, or a memory gradually fade to white static. quite nostalgic and melancholic in a way. longevity seems amazing, but it mostly stays close to the skin aside from the opening. that aside, all in all, perfection to my nose.